Lyrics:
to me
Given the chance, I'm quick to flee
I don't care about celebrity or making a name
It's coming from the wrong place if it's all in vain
There's still
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
(yeah)
Got a couple models howlin' all my melodies (yeah)
Nowadays I'm bigger, fuckin' on celebrities
Nowadays I'm cooking, they don't know the recipe
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check
I like to call myself the God
Damn! Definitely won't be getting
Any celebrity treatment from
The captain the whole conversation
Was him telling me
"Don't come in here trying to be what
To mark seven
Throw six
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep
I got them like "How the
Fuck he do it? yeah
He must be a Free Mason"
Or gettin' broke in by the Illuminati
In an experimental type basons, yeah
And everybody 'round me know that I'm rich
Somehow I'm still plotting on a lick
Street nigga ain't on celebrity shit
And I don't want to take no celebrity pics
down
And fill up your pockets, yeah
Mass media, information overload
Welcome to America
(The following message is brought to you by Viacom)
laugh it off
I be goin' through things I had to wrote
Celebrity drama that only Brad'll know
Too many family secrets, somebody passin' notes
Things I
the C-L-I-C
Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity
Burpin' and gurpin', gelchin' the bourbon, lurkin' around
I'm seein' all kinda broads, from outta town
talk
And those who talk don't know a thing
Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
I've been hurt, I've
love profanity
Woh the insanity, oh dogs that crap and pee
Home of degravity, no they live happily
Yo, plust the Ali G show, and celebrity mo
Oh
the covers
She was a tomboy with potential
In a class full of cruel kids
All alone she suffered
But the years passed by and
The glasses became contacts
Her
a seat
The celebrity celebrities were dying to meet
I've had every accolade bestowed on me
And so you see
If I never sing another song
Or take
attraction, couldn't buy a seat
The celebrity, celebrities were dying to meet
I've had every accolade bestowed on me
And so you see
If I never sing another
attraction
Couldn't buy a seat
The celebrity
Celebrities were dying to meet
I've had every accolade bestowed on me
And so you see
If I never sing another
chasing me
That what it feels like to be a Celebrity
It's crazy
Can't eat in peace
Need security from the police
To make all this stocking cease
I'm
at the parking lot by Dairy Queen
Wanted me to pay but I didn’t bring money
I’m on a date with a D-list celebrity
I’m on a date with a D-list celebrity
She yelled
My Tina Turner-shaped car
Used to be the talk of the town
It was so beautiful by far
And I'd love to drive it around
But now it's just embarrassing
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